Classic Poem

Social Virtue's liberal plan
Cheers the helpless race of man:
O'er the poor's defenceless head,
See! her healing wings are spread!

Plants from Britain's earth behold
(Britain, parent of the bold),
Snatched from Vice's horrid train,
Chilling penury and pain!

Raised by Virtue's powerful arm,
See! their throbbing bosoms warm!
Certain pledge how well they'll prove
What they owe to Social Love.

Hail! thou blessing all divine!
Still, O still through Albion shine;
Whilst thy golden chain's unbroke,
Her foes shall bend beneath her yoke.